This is my first teen wolf fanfic and a smut. I have not written in a while. Please be gentle. All characters are aged up. [NO PROOF READ]
The bell of the liquor store sung as Lydia and a blonde girl walk into the shop. You place down your phone and watch as they walk up to the counter. You already knew what they were going to order, they have been getting the same liquor since high school and surprisingly their tastes didn't change much even after a couple years post graduation.
The blonde was giddy, and Lydia looked annoyed and ready to get to their destination.
"Hi is Ethan here today?" The blonde girl asked. You nodded your head yes and pointed to the break room door.
The girl looked at Lydia smiling before quickly heading to the break room. You sighed knowing your coworker/manager was probably not going to be back to complete the order. Lydia and you stood awkwardly at the counter for just a moment, before you broke the silence.
"They're gonna be a minute, but no worries. I already have your order ready." You take a couple steps back from the counter and grabbed several boxes of alcohol and other bagged up items.
"I didn't call in ahead how do you know, you got everything. What if I wanted to switch it up."
"Please, you've been coming here forever, and Ethan wasn't the one packing your orders." You say with slight giggle as you took the card she handed you. "Besides you know what you like."
"True." Lydia said with a shrug. "How's after high-school life treating you?"
God you hated small talk. However, the card reader wasn't working properly and you didn't want to ask her to run it again.
"Well, same old stuff. Just different classes, finishing my bachelor's and working here part-time."
"Right I remember you being super studious. You would always fight with which teacher- uhmm." Lydia droned off trying to think.
"Our calculus teacher. He was fucking my mom, so I was just taking out some frustrations out on him. Ha, you know how it is." You said with a slight chuckle as you recalled the memories
Lydia full on laughed at the comment, slightly covering her hand over her mouth as she spoke. "No- no way you mom was sleeping with Mr. Brandley." You nodded cringing a little. "That's insane, no wonder he got really nice half way through Junior year."
"Ha, yeaah. That was her." The card had finally gone through and you handed it back to the girl along with all her purchases. You grabbed one of the heavier looking bags and walked it out with her. You placed the bags in her trunk and slowly headed off back into the store.
"Hey (Y/n)" Lydias voice stopped you in your tracks you turned to the girl. "Its a smaller party than usual, but come tonight."
"Sure. I'll be there." You had been to Lydia's parties before but not often. They weren't your big thing back then, but you could use the break from your textbooks. You pointed back to the shop. "I'll also bring your friend once they're done...ya know."
Lydia left with another laugh and you were back in the store waiting for either your manager or your shift to finish. Whichever came first.
You pulled up to Lydias house in a better outfit than your work uniform, your hair slightly better, and light make-up. The blonde girl from earlier decided to get her rocks off more with your manager at the store. You shivered a little at the gross thought of him having sex. You did get a free bottle of alcohol out of it, so you pretended it was a fair trade. It wasn't.
You were greeted with the sound of loud music and the smell of alcohol Lydia was quick to greet you and gave you a quick hug, taking the bottle in your hands and giving you closed buzz ball.
"Here, drink this." She said while locking your arm with hers and leading you through the house. "Best to chug it, as it tastes awful but gets you buzzed quickly."
You nodded, already knowing the drink she handed you tastes awful. You both arrived to the living room, full of people. You looked around trying to see where within the circle of friends you could grab a seat. You recognized a few people, Scott and Allison were snuggled up on the couch next to each other, Lydia left you to grab a seat on what looked like the deputy sherrifs lap, leaving you to sit next to a stranger and the Stiles Stilinski.
The deputy gave you a small wave and smile of acknowledgement. You tried your best not to look at Stiles, but it was hard not glance at the boy who was sitting next to you. Unfortunately, in your time of teenage angst you frequented a certain cell bed more than your house. He probably didn't recognize you, and hoped you were right.
Lydia cleared her throat and pointed at you. "Guys this is (Y/n), we had-"
"Calculus together." Scott finished with a slight laugh. "Yeah, Lydia has been going on and on about you for a little bit."
"I have not." Lydia reached over and gave Scott a little push to which he exaggeratigly fell upon Allison. She giggled him off.
"Yeah she was telling us about your frequent arguments with your old teacher. Kinda sad we missed out on hanging out with you in the past." Allison looked at you with a soft smile, that you returned.
You shrugged your shoulders and took a swig of your buzz ball. "Everyone was doing their own thing around that time. Plus I wouldn't have been the greatest company."
"Well, I don't believe that." Stiles said, his voice smooth and low. He took a sip of his beer and titled his head to the side. "You brought candy, that one time for Valentine's Day. I think it was our History class."
A warm feeling spread throughout your entire body. You remembered that daily vividly. A project on St. Valentine, and how it led to the holiday. You passed put lollipops and candy to make the presentation less boring.
"Right. Oh my goodness I completely forgot about that." You didn't. You actually couldn't get the image of Stiles sucking on that lollipop out of your head for months. He would move the lollipop with his tongue, and held it between his teeth when he was ready to bite down on it. That night when you went home, all you could think about was him using his lips and teeth on your neck.
Stiles on the other hand, had remembered that presentation vividly. You fidgeted with your belt loops the entire time and you bit the tiniest piece of your lip ever so slightly everytime the slide changed. He noticed that by the time you were done speaking your bottom lip was slightly redder than when you first started.
"It was good, and the candy was even better." He said making an okay sign with his hand, earning giggles from the group. "We could've also used your lock picking abilities." Stiles mumbled quickly while gave you a knowing smirk.
"Wait. Like real lockpicking?" Lydia said. A slight gasp in her speech. "Like cat burglary shit?"
You felt a pang of heat make its way to your cheeks. A silent nod followed. The gang started unloading a bunch of questions, talking over each other to try and get you to answer first.
You looked at Stiles and he just threw his hands up in a defensive manner.
It was futile to hope the guy who has an unlimited memory when it comes to miscallenous facts and movies, to not remember why you frequented his fathers work.
Before more questions could be fired off in your direction. You quickly move from the couch and knelt at the table. There was a shot glass, a bottle of liquor, and a deck of cards, quickly you began pouring a couple shots, and shuffle the cards preformining a little card trick while doing it.
"How about instead of asking questions you play me for them?"
Lydia and Allison were quick to take spots next to you. The boys didn't hesitate to follow and the middle-centered coffee table was now filled with people and drunk giggles.
"What's the game?" Stiles asked.
You dealt 5 cards to everyone. "Highs and Lows. Highest card asks a question or gives a dare to the lowest card. Face cards are in order, aces are 1. Complete whatever you get or take a penalty shot."
Stiles smirked and looked at his cards, seemed like he was pleased with his hand. "Let's play."
The game had been going on for a lot longer than anticipated. After a couple of hours the couples had found their way to various empty secluded spaces to make out and most likely do other things.
You and Stiles were left at a stalemate for who would give in as a loser first. You've have a couple of shots but mostly did the tasks as required. Stiles was a sore loser it seemed as he continued to draw more cards after each round ends.
"Okaaayy. Lets see." You get up and quickly head to the kitchen hoping to find what you were looking for. Stiles watched as you walked away, an eyebrow raised. You came back with a jar of cherries and a spoon. Stiles didn't even let you try opening it before he grabbed ithe jar and opened it up with ease, a loud pop following.
"Thank you." He hummed in response. You carefully dug the spoon in the jar and pulled out a cherry with a good sized stem. Happy with the choice you popped the sugar infused fruit into your mouth, then pulled the stem off. Stiles watched as you swiped your tongue over your lips, careful to not leave any red residue on them.
"Your task is to tie this cherry stem in less than a minute. Catch is, you can only use your tongue."
Stiles looked at you with disbelief. "No way, the stem is two short. No one can do that."
"Wanna bet?" A tease in your tone. You pulled another cherry out and ate the fruit. You pulled out the stem holding it up to the one you offered Stiles, displaying that yours was shorter. In about 5 seconds, the stem was in your mouth, and in just under 20, a beautifully tied knot was formed. You stuck out your tongue to show off.
Stiles resisted the urge to push his thumb against it. He begrudgingly took the stem and attempted the same feat. Unfortunately, he could not complete the task. He held out his stem on his tongue playing with it on his teeth. You gently grabbed it with your fingers and then handed Stiles his punishment shot. Stiles watched as you popped the stem in your mouth accomplishing his dare.
Stiles was taken aback. Maybe he should've let his impulsive thought win. He took his punishment shot to distract him.
"Your cheeks are a very pretty pink." You say gently poking one of his cheeks. He turned slightly redder at the feel of your fingertips. You then poured more alcohol into the glass.
Beginning to shuffle the cards again but Stiles hastily grabbed it from your hands. "I'm tired of being the only one getting low cards. I don't trust your dealing anymore."
You chuckled at the mostly true accusation. You weren't cheating every round, just enough so that you didn't have to answer a whole bunch. "That's a heavy accusation you're giving me."
"I don't hear you denying it." Stiles looked at you a mischievous glint in his eyes. He then dealt your cards.
First round. You lost. "Okay Stilinski. Give me what you got."
Stiles chuckled. "Getting professional on me now?" He placed the shot in front of you and look down from it back up to you. "I'm gonna change the rules a bit. Take the shot first and then I'll ask."
"Whose cheating now?" A laugh followed as you quickly downed your shot. "Shoot."
"Biggest turn on." Stiles's face didn't falter from the cocky grin he wore.
You clutch your imaginary pearls. "At least buy a girl dinner first." You spoke with an exasperated transatlantic accent. Earning a soft chuckle from Stiles. "I already answered this question, like 18 rounds ago. Hickeys, remember. Your memory can't be that bad."
Stiles nodded, but didn't let up. "Yes I know the answer you gave Allison, but, now I'm asking for the real answer." He began to pour another shot. "Or take the penalty."
He held out the shot in one hand and the card in the other. "Your choice. Though, I will never let you live down losing to such an easy question."
You shook your head and sighed with a smile. It wasn't shame that was making you hesitant, but the fact that Stiles was asking the question. You rubbed the nape of your neck, trying to cool down the heat coming from you.
"I like it when they ask for permission. I'm a sweet nothing kind of girly it seems. A man who yearns is one who earns." You chuckled lightly at the last bit reminding you of Tiktok comment sections.
"I see." Stiles handed you a card from the deck to replace the one you played. "Good to know."
You ignorned that comment. We were all flirting with each other pretty hard tonight. You assumed it was just more of the same.
"Anyways, round 2." You lost. "Okaay" You tried to keep your voice steady and not show any type of annoyance. Your hand grasped the pre-game shot downing it quickly. You waited for the next question or dare.
"What's the matter, I didn't think you were a sore loser." Stiles said as he poured a penality shot.
Stiles smirked. "Now we're talking. Okay let's see..." He pretended to think for a moment before speaking. "May I kiss you?"
The question shocked you, sending a spark down your body. You looked at him not sure if he was making fun of you or not. His eyes looked hungry, you didn't think he was joking. He placed his hand underneath your chin, forcing you to continue to looking at him.
"You gonna answer me?" Stiles asked, his voice was lower, needy almost. He placed his hand on your cheek and you leaned into his touch.
"Yes, you may." Your eyes fluttered shut as your lips met. The kiss was slow, passionate, and sweet. You loved it, but you wanted more. Your hands found their way to the back of Stiles's neck pulling him in for a deeper kiss. A low groan came from his as he felt your tongue swipe against his bottom lip begging for an entrance. Stiles was very happy to oblidge. You shoved your tongue into his mouth exploring, dragging your tongue against the bottoms of his teeth. Stiles gently bit down on your tongue causing a moan to leave your mouth against his. You could feel his smirk against your lips, proud of the sounds you were making.
Wanting to feel even closer, Stiles pulled you onto his lap, his hands immediately finding their way to your waist. The two of you finally pull away from each other, breathless, and eager to see what's going to happen next.
"I see why you can tie a cherry stem in a knot now."
You snickered at his comment, you lower your lips to his ear, whispering your next words. "I can do a lot with my mouth, if you want me to show you."
You finished your sentence by beginning to kiss and suck on his neck, earning a eager whine from the boy. You grind your hips slowly, trying to gain more friction at your lower ache and to tease Stiles's growing hard-on.
A sudden gasp came from your mouth as you were suddenly lifted off the ground. Your legs subconsciously wrapping around Stiles's waist and your arms tightening around his neck. Stiles lead you into a surpsingly empty bedroom, opening the door quickly and shutting it by pushing you against it.
Your lips crashed into each other once again, you fingers roamed, getting lost in his brown locks. You begin to loosen your grip around Stiles's waist and he helped you down back to your feet. Never breaking contact from your lips for longer than a second. You grab ahold of the boy's arms and spin to switch positions, pinning him agaisnt the door. Your hand moves from his arm to the hem of his jeans. Your finger's hang on one of the beatloops before you begin unbotton them.
You stop kissing his lips to kiss down his neck, and slowly began to lower yourself. Stiles's pants and boxers following you down.
"(Y/n) you don't hav-" His sentence was cut off by your tongue licking from the base of his cock to the tip. From there you took him into your mouth, trying your best to widen your jaw more to avoid your teeth. Stiles groaned a sound mixed with pleasure and restraint.
"Your mouth feels amazing." Stiles said slightly out of breath. You hummed in satisfaction at the praise.
You noticed Stiles's hands were both in fists, and he kept them forced against the door he was pressed on. Wanting a rougher type of play, you bring his fisted hands to your head. Stiles seemed to have gotten the message as his fingers wrapped themselves quickly, pulling at the strands as he thrusted his hips into your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, feeling yourself start to get wet at the roughness. Your tongue licked a different spot on Stiles's dick every time he thrusted into your mouth, going deeper each time. He finally hit the back of your throat causing you to gag and he fully pulled away from your lips.
"Fuck-" Stiles breathed out. "That was amazing."
You gave the tip another kiss and was about to take him into your mouth again when Stiles quickly pulled you up to your feet and into a kiss.
"If you do anymore I'll finish very fast."
You chuckled and stroked his cock with your pointer finger nail, being careful not to press to hard. "Is that so bad?"
Stiles sucked in his next breathe through his teeth. He kissed you again instead of answering. He placed his hand under your jaw forcing you to look up and allowing him to shove his tongue into your mouth. His wet cock pressed underneath your clothed cunt. You had to get out of these pants fast. Stiles pushed you back until you both had arrived to the guest bed in the room. He held your back as he laid you down. He broke the kiss to strip you of your shirt and your hands hastily unbottoned your own pants.
It was Stiles's turn to chuckle as he helped with taking your pants off. "Gorgeous, why would you hide these with jeans?" Stiles planted kisses on your thighs, and grazed his teeth against them. You moaned into the back of your hand, the sensation overwhelming you a little.
Stiles grabbed the inside of your thigh, spreading you open a more with his own legs. He began to play with your clit gently rubbing it with his thumb. You moaned reaching up to his pulling him closer. You muffed the noises you were making by kissing him more. Stiles pulled his thumb away from you and shoved two fingers into you.
A filthy whine leaving his mouth as he felt how wet you were. You bucked your hips trying to gain more motion. Stiles chuckled wanting to tease you more, however you grabbed his wrist and pulled his digits out of you. The sudden loss of connection making you both grasp. You looked up at the man, breathless, but yearning for something warmer and bigger.
"Stiles put it in me now."
"I don't think you're rea-" Stiles was cut off for the umpteenth time by you grabbing his dick and giving it a long pull. "Fuck! (Y/n)." Stiles looked at you and you gave him your best pleading look. "Let me get a condom on."
The condom was on and Stiles lined up his cock perfectly at the entrance of your pussy. He entered you painfully slowly for the both of you. You groaned in frustration and pleasure. He felt amazing, but god he was so gentle.
"Stiles please." You looked up at him and grabbed his face to force him to look down at you instead of watching himself enter you. "Fuck me, harder. You don't have to be so gentle."
With that, Stiles felt something break within himself. He hurridly shoved his dick deep into you. Stiles continued to thrust into you, hard and slow. His arms buckled, bringing his face closer to you. Leaning up, you give him a long kiss, moaning into his mouth with every thrust. You grabed his arm to anchor yourself and bring your mouth to his bicep. You bite down and suck, on the muscle. Stiles moaned you name and you felt his cock harden more in you before slightly feeling the condom explanding, filling with his cum.
Stiles pulled out and tore off the condom, he tied it off and laid down next to you. "That was amazing." He said his voice shaky.
You turned on your side to face Stiles and gave him a quick peck on his nose. "Wanna do it again?"
A playful scream was heard as Stiles pulled you back into his lap to start another round.
